It took a lot of work to be done because I wanted to be faithful to the dream I had, which was very cinematic and moving. I tend to dream rarely and most of the times I never remember my dreams. This time I dreamt of a wonderful scene and I quickly went write down all about it as soon as I awoke.
It was about my mother - passed away in 2010 - she was there, in the street, late at night. We met.
The woman in the red dress is actually my mother and the image comes from a photo I took of her.